I saw an early Orionid this morning. It’s far too early for the Orionids (late October is their season), but there it was, nonetheless.
Thomas was having a serious sniff around someone’s mailbox, and I was looking up at Orion. Like you do. And a meteor dropped from his belt. It was like it just fell straight down to the ground.
There are occasionally perks to getting up at 4am to walk the dog.
And of course I always think of this song, when I see a meteor.
Emily by Joanna Newsom
Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars’ set order
We could stand for a century
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
In bodies that don’t keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don’t be
Told, take this
Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee